Blissful reunion
Ah… no Grissom, no DNA to process, and no rush for results. Just me and a nice deserved day off. Greg was sitting at home doing some cleaning; which is out of the ordinary for the young lab technician. He had gone through his clothes, CD's and now the things on his book shelf. Greg grabbed an old year book and blew the dust off the cover. He flipped through the pages, stopping to look at his old senior picture, until he found some ones signature.
"Dear Greg, I will always remember you, best friends for ever. Please keep in touch. I will miss you. Katie Rodriguez. Call my cell 534-9087"
Greg thought about calling her. How could he be sure if it was a current number? He set the book on the coffee table and went to take a shower. The hot water pulsed over him as he tried to think about the possible call. What if she doesn't want to talk to me? What if she died or got married? A bright red Greg stepped out of the shower and grabbed a dress shirt and nice jeans. He swallowed his pride and went over to the phone.
"Hello? This is Kate Rodriguez, may I ask who you are?" she said.
"Kate? It's me Greg. I just found my old year book. Sorry it took two years to get a hold of you." He said with a butterflies in his stomach.
"Oh my goodness, I missed you so much. I can't believe you still have that. How have you been?" The two young people talked for an hour before Greg got the nerve to ask her a question.
"Hey Kate, do you have plans for the weekend?" He asked timidly.
"Yes, but I am free all day today. Might we be able to meet?"
"Sure, I could give a stab at cooking if you wanted to come over for lunch around one thirty." He said. Kate said yes, so Greg gave her directions to his place. After they had said good bye, Greg went to make Kate a lunch to the best of his cooking ability. I have to get my apartment clean!!
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